Kade didn’t just fuck me senseless. He teased me with soft touches and tortured me with long pauses between deep, hard strokes. He sent tendrils of sensation racing through my limbs, lit off explosions of pleasure in my nerve endings, and made me come so hard that I was a limp, boneless lump barely capable of breathing when he finally filled my ass with the hot, thick cum that I craved so desperately. Then, he started all over again.
By the time he’d made us come for a second time, the sun was high in the sky and Kade had rendered me completely incapable of thought, forget conversation.And when he wrapped one muscular arm around my waist and pulled my back tight to his chest, the flare of his cock still holding us tight, I was overcome by an unfamiliar sense of safety that resulted in me dozing off in the warmth of his embrace.
And when I say dozing, what I really mean was sleeping like the dead.
In fact, when I woke up, I felt so rested that for a split second I thought the past few weeks had been nothing but a bad dream. Until I opened my eyes and saw the soft glow of the nightlight reflecting off the red and gold paisley wallpaper of the penthouse apartment and everything came flying back, including the realization that I hadn’t been alone when I fell asleep.
Shit.
I stretched, casually reaching my foot behind me to see if I was alone and found nothing but cold sheets. Kade was gone, and, for the first time after a hookup, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Sitting up, I winced at the pain that shot through my butt and smirked. That fuck had definitely been worth the discomfort, putting it mildly. Especially when a quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table confirmed I’d slept for over twelve hours and I was still blessedly symptom-free.
I shoved my feet into a pair of fuzzy slippers and grabbed the first piece of clothing I saw – a t-shirt barely hanging on to the foot of the bed – and headed to the kitchen to make coffee, still pulling the shirt over my head.
It wasn’t until I’d popped my head through the neck opening that my sleep-fogged brain registered the smell of the coffee that I hadn’t made yet and the unmistakable sizzle of bacon frying that I realized Kade hadn’t left after all.
Nope.
Instead, he was standing with his back to the counter, naked but for a pair of heather gray boxer briefs that were made completely indecent by the massive bulge in the front, with a cup of coffee in one hand and a smile on his lips.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted me with a wink. “That shirt definitely looks better on you than it does on me.”
Huh?
I glanced down and immediately felt a blush racing up my skin from my toes. Sure enough, I’d stolen Kade’s t-shirt.
“Sorry..” I groaned, reaching for the hem as Kade shook his head.
“Leave it on,” he suggested, reaching for another coffee cup. “Not like I’m going anywhere right now.”
“You’re not?” I asked, feeling my eyes widen when Kade just shook his head.
“Hell, no,” he said with a grin. “You have, what, three more days, right?”
Three days?
Oh, right, he meant the heat cycle.
“Probably,” I agreed hesitantly. Surely he wasn’t suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? “You want to stay until I’m back to normal?” I gasped, wincing at the screech in my voice.
Kade shrugged and turned to the stove to add the bacon to a platter already holding mounds of fluffy scrambled eggs. “I don’t have anywhere to be and, honestly, keeping me tied to your bed is a shitload safer than constantly trying to scrounge up more strange.” He nodded to an empty chair. “Probably better have something to eat,” he suggested. “You’re definitely going to need your energy.”
Chapter One
Five months later
Kade
“Run this by me again?” Rafael, snickered, throwing back the last of his beer and dropping the empty mug to the table with a thud as he signaled the bartender for another round. “The world’s greatest tracker has spent four months hunting one itty-bitty Omega and still can’t find him?”
“Five,” I grumbled under my breath, huffing in annoyance when my friend raised a brow. “It’s been five months, motherfucker,” I snapped at him. “And there’s no way an Omega that pregnant is itty fucking bitty!”
“Kind of weird that we haven’t received a missing report,” Rafe mused. He wasn’t wrong, the Council of Packs, Security Division – or COPSD - was normally the first organization to be notified when an Omega shifter was missing. And, as one of their lead investigators, Rafe would have been the one to assign the case.
I shrugged and Rafe laughed out loud. “Seriously? The Omega is all alone and carrying and you can’t find him?”
“Fuck you.” I swallowed the last of my beer and let the mug thud to the table. “I’ve tracked his scent all over Sharon Hill repeatedly. He has to be holed up there somewhere, but damned if I can figure out where!”
“So, what? You want me to come up with you and see if I can root him out?” Rafe offered. “I could take a couple of days off, bring a few of the boys?” He cocked his head. “Not like I don’t owe you more than one.”
